An encounter with an old acquaintance

"Junior Brother, this is a magical robe I wove recently. Take it with you. It should offer you some protection while you're away." On the journey south from the Water Dragon Sect, Ji Yuan looked at Du Wanyi, who had caught up with him, then at the green robe in her hands.

Other protective Dharma Treasures could be made by artifact refiners.

But magical robes were different. Artifact refiners couldn't make them.

Those who could weave magical robes belonged to another of the hundred arts of cultivation: Spirit Weavers.

Du Wanyi had only begun studying Spirit Weaving after joining the sect.

Ji Yuan knew that, of course.

He just hadn't expected her to weave a robe at the Spirit Artifact level so quickly.

It seemed everyone had a talent after all. The question was how to discover and use it.

Back in Cloud-Rain Marsh, Du Wanyi had tried alchemy, Formations, talismans, and artifact refining, but she had shown no aptitude for any of them and couldn't even get started.

Only after joining the Water Dragon Sect had she found the cultivation art that suited her.

Ji Yuan looked at the green robe Du Wanyi held out. The gift carried more feeling than its weight suggested.

And a magical robe at the Spirit Artifact level was hardly a small gift.

But Ji Yuan didn't need another robe. The one he wore was already a Mid-Grade Spirit Artifact.

He didn't need it, and Du Wanyi knew he didn't.

Yet she had given it to him anyway.

That said plenty.

Liu Yuan loved watching this sort of drama. Grinning, he added fuel to the fire. "Junior Sister Du, your Senior Brother Liu needs a robe too. How about weaving one for me?"

Du Wanyi's face reddened slightly.

But she refused to yield.

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